“I have had none in years, thank God.” Hudson finished his iced tea. “You?”
“About a month ago,” Godfrey said. “Not so bad, but now that they’ve returned is probably a sign.”
Hudson’s phone buzzed, and he sighed. “I’ve gotta run. Stori needs a ride to the airport. Her ride got a flat tire.” He rose from the chair. “We’ll reconnect soon.”
“What’s Stori up to these days?” Godfrey asked.
Stori was Hudson’s younger sister. She was all he had left after their parents died in a car accident.
“Focusing on her career,” Hudson replied swiftly. “That’s how it should be. Her last boyfriend was an ass.”
“Glad we don’t have a younger sister to?—”
Something drew my attention to the sidewalk. My heart skipped when I saw Eva walking toward me with an older man. That must’ve been her grandfather. All thoughts switched off as desire surged in me.
Our eyes connected, and my cock twitched at that instant. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her, a special flower that stood out from the rest. My body hadn’t yearned for anyone like this before, and my mission was to make her mine.
In my mind, she was already mine—my passionflower. In my dream, we were already a couple.
As I stared at her, questions bombarded my mind. Why had she said no when I asked her out? Was she seeing someone? No woman had ever declined my advances. I had what most men and women wanted: wealth, a healthy and fit body, a charismatic personality, and power that stemmed from all the previous reasons. If those traits didn’t qualify me for one date with her, then what would? For her to say no without hesitation intrigued me even more. But I had to be careful now. I didn’t want to frighten her.
We were supposed to meet to discuss the incident at the Boston Harbor Hotel. I had planned on calling her later today, but now I could ask for her schedule.
“What are you looking at?” Godfrey’s voice popped my bubble, whipping me back to reality.
He wouldn’t know I was looking at the attractive brunette in jeans and a light blue jacket. “Just enjoying the view.” Not a lie. In my book, the view was spectacular.
“My ass.” He snorted. “Who’s caught your eye? I can see it on your face, man.”
“The brunette with the older man.”
“Oh, she’s hot.”
“Hands off.” I flicked him a warning glance.
Godfrey laughed. “I’d like to know who she is because she’s got you all worked up.”
“I’m not worked up.”
“Okay. You’re just losing it.” He smirked. “I was sitting here talking to you when I realized you weren’t listening.”
Fuck.How had I not heard Godfrey speak? This was the second time I’d lost my train of thought because of her.
The waiter came, asked if we needed anything else, and blocked my view of Eva.
The next thing I heard was Eva shouting, “Help! Stop him!”
Chapter Fifteen
Kain
Eva ran past me, chasing after some guy in a black baseball cap with a purse that obviously didn’t belong to him. Her grandfather had stopped on the sidewalk, obviously trying to catch his breath. He met my gaze, and panic sparked in his eyes.
“Check on the old man,” I told Godfrey, then rushed after Eva.
With my long legs and all the hours spent working out at the gym, I caught up to Eva quickly. She stopped on the sidewalk, huffing and puffing. I passed her and reached the crook. He turned and threw a fist at me. I ducked, punched him in the face twice, and something cracked. He fell back against a trash can on the sidewalk, dropping the purse. The contents were scattered on the sidewalk.
“You want more?” I hissed and prepared for battle. I boxed as a hobby, and right now I was itching to beat the shit out of him.
